Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 17:58:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucif Prologue

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Lucif
By
GayWriter


Prologue


	My screams have buffeted these walls so loudly and for so long, I
don't know if the echoes are old or new anymore.

	We Slegna do not die.  We were here when the Earth was only a
spiral of dust.  My mother is the first.  We call her that because none
came before her.  It is my fault you call us Angels.  I must admit, that I
fall short of the misconceptions and lies I created regarding the
religions.  We are Slegna, not Angels, and my father is the one I had you
name God.  Save your prayers and wishes, however, my mother has encased him
in crystal until he has given Asher and myself his precious forgiveness.
It's been over two thousand years and I have yet to receive it.

	I am Lucif, the first to fall from Haven, and am quite literally
insane.  The agony of time has driven me to it.  I never realized that
existing could be such exquisite horror as these past few decades have
been.

	I was betrayed by my own creations.  These 'Vampires' you hear so
much of turned on me.  The iron spikes were driven into my eyes too long
ago to remember, and since that time I have known nothing but pain.

	My vampires have milked me for blood like a blinded cow for
decades.  They have become drunk on my essence and are now quite powerful.
Don't mistake me; I destroyed thousands before they took me down.  It was
an epic battle, but I was eventually overrun by sheer numbers.  Even I did
not know of this particular weakness.  As one writer so aptly put, 'The
eyes are the windows to the soul'.  So long as these spikes jut from my
eyes, my essence will remain shattered and weak.

	Before the worlds began, there were two sides of time.  Those like
the Slegna, that watched harmlessly, and another darker breed that had a
more hands on approach.  They are the Darmin, which I later tricked man
into calling Demon.  They are not nearly as weak or as kind as you have
made them out to be, but you will find out soon enough.

	A battle raged between us with my father finally taking the
forefront.  It was within his power to wipe them from existence, but
instead he placed them behind the Veil.  He like my mother maintains the
balance, so the absence of the Darmin would not be tolerated.  The gate to
that pocket of the multiverse resides on his now forgotten fancy, Earth.

	The Veil is weakening.  My father was its creator and he has been
detained.  I suppose I mention this now because I know my brother Asher has
finally awakened.  He will come and free me.  When that day comes, I will
heal, gather my creations, breach the Veil, and finally meet my end.  I
will suffer no more.

	A familiar sound drew my attention.  I knew it well, but this time
it wasn't my skin that felt the puncturing weight of an iron rod.  Even
stranger, I didn't hear or smell the sizzle of seared flesh.

	"Asher?"


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As are most authors, I'm anxious to hear your opinions on the story.
Feedback fuels me to write, so if you're enjoying the story, please take a
moment to let me know.  If you hate it, I'm always more than willing to
hear that too.  You can mail me at gaywriter72@yahoo.com.  A special thank
you to Dr. Grant for your editing.  Without you, this story would not be
what it is.  This is one of a series of stories that all merge together.
The Nephillim, The Lycan, The Druid, The Fey, The Grigori, Lucif, and
Midnight's Rainbow.  Give them a glance when and if you have a moment.
Hope to hear from you soon!  Thanks!